Little Things

You only notice when they’re wrong
A door that’s left ajar
The draught from open windows
Some juice that’s far too sour

The fridge that won’t stay frozen
A tap still dripping – on
The eggs sold by the dozen
That still have feathers on

A bed that’s not been slept in
The car that’s double-parked
Sunglasses in mid-winter
A light on in the dark

The post that piles on doorsteps
To signal no one’s home
The drain that floods the highway
A misplaced traffic cone

The binmen in the morning
That wake the street at dawn
The drunk that sings his way back home
To pass out on his lawn

The bullies at the bus stop
Who pick on younger kids
The parents at the chain-store
About to blow their lids

The problem clearly stated
And obvious to see
We choose the things that matter
Whatever they may be

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